Little Meng duck is super sweet!

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"Brother Luo, listen to me, that brat...is definitely not from our West Street!"

Old Pitou's head was tied with thick gauze, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the man in front of him who was playing with cigarettes.

He still has a deep fear of that day. The young man is not even as old as his nephew, but his skills are already terrifying.

I have never seen such a brutal fighting style.

"If that kid is Dong Jie..."

"You took the trouble to call me here just to say this?"

Luo Qingyan Luo Qingyan's appearance belongs to the tough guy type, quite masculine.

There is a long scar on the corner of the eye, with a sharp evil spirit passing through the eyes, and the fierceness is hidden in the unruliness on the face.

"A brat, is it worth my time?"

He flicked the non-existent ashes on his clothes, and raised his chin condescendingly.

"You don't understand, you don't understand..."

Lao Pitou muttered to himself, a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Luo, you must not let him go!"

"Lao Liu, what do you think I haven't seen since I've been around so far?"

"West Street is called like that, but how many things on the road have to go through my hands? I, Luo Qingyan, didn't come here because of my strength."

The man kicked a chair, and when he stood up, there was a fierce look in his eyes.

Old Pitou didn't dare to speak anymore, and now he didn't know whether he was using a sledgehammer to kill chickens after all with Luo Qingyan, he was not a good person.

"West Street has people rising every day, and people are being knocked down every day."

"I got to where I am today, thanks to this."

He pointed to his head and smiled.

"and this."

A metal object made a "click" sound, and the black barrel was pointed at him.

The smooth lines hide the smell of gunpowder, which is also the ferocious mouth of a giant beast.

"This is a big baby."

Luo Qingyan said.

**

The white duckling was packed into a black sports bag.

The black sports bag is more than enough to hold a duckling. Shen Gucheng put the bag on his back in front of his body, lowering his eyelids to look at An Ke who is constantly excited.

The little tail wags up and down, which is a bit like a puppy wagging its tail at its owner.

He rode a motorcycle and took An Ke to a pet supply store in the city center, intending to prepare the necessary things for this little guy who had been raised by scum.

Small pets should have their own nest, which will give them a sense of security and prevent them from clinging to their owners.

Shen Gucheng didn't feel An Ke's love for cubs, he hoped that An Ke could sleep in his den every night.

Waking up every morning, it is a difficult test for him to find a fluffy mass on the head of the bed.

"Hello, what do you need?"

The shopping guide looked at the boy who walked in and smiled politely.

Pet stores don't have the bad smells those critters create.Shen Gucheng was relieved that everything was organized in an orderly manner.

There are cages and entertainment facilities for temporarily storing small animals in the store, so that owners can put their pets in the cages and buy them with confidence.

The large dog locked inside kept staring at An Ke, and Shen Gucheng decisively picked up the duckling and walked inside.

One Anke might not be enough for that big dog to get between its teeth.

"Cuckoo!"

The little duck poked his head out, looking at everything that was fresh around him.

Shen Gucheng took a green cushion from the shelf and frowned at the yellow spots on it.

An Ke prefers the blue one next to it.

The one with blue stripes looks good, and the little duck poked Shen Gucheng's hand dissatisfied, wanting him to put the cushion back.

The young man held the green cushion in his hand, and the duckling protruding from the chest bag hugged his palm affectionately, purring dissatisfiedly from his throat, the picture looked extraordinarily warm and beautiful.

"Guck cluck cluck!"

There were not many people in the specialty store, a man in a coat hurried past and accidentally bumped into Shen Gucheng's shoulder, the force of the collision made him lean forward.

Shen Gucheng turned sideways and put his hands on the cart.An Ke in the backpack swayed, and looked at the strangely dressed man along the line of sight.

"...Sorry, sorry."

The man wearing sunglasses and a mask murmured an apology, his gender couldn't be discerned, and the brim of the baseball cap blocked most of his facial features, so he could only hear the muffled sound of apology in his throat.

Shen Gucheng frowned, he didn't like other people's touch.

The little duck stretched out his head, and his eyes fell on that strange person.I couldn't see the figure of this person, but I could smell a little familiar smell from him.

It was just covered by a strong smell of disinfectant, Anke blinked in confusion, but couldn't tell who it was.

But he seems to have seen this person.

The man kept apologizing, and after his eyes stayed on An Ke for a few seconds, he hurried away again, and disappeared around the corner of the shelf in a blink of an eye.

As if it was just a small episode with no effect.

Shen Gucheng finally chose a tree-hole-shaped cat nest for An Ke. The fluffy cat nest is the most suitable thing for ducklings, and it can be placed in the corner of the bedroom.

His movements of rubbing An Ke's head became gentle. Shen Gucheng didn't want to buy many things back home, but the little guy in the backpack seemed to like these toys very much.

An Ke seemed very happy, he didn't care what kind of environment he lived in.However, when Shen Gucheng bought him something, it was a symbol that he wanted to stay with the cub for a long time.

When the owner is willing to buy all the things of the small animal at home, it is his willingness to keep it.

Behind the cabinet in the distance, a pair of eyes stared at their direction through the shelves, with a trace of resentment involuntarily showing in their eyes.

The movement of the hand was violently exerted, and then let go because of the pain.

If you look carefully, you will find that the owner of these eyes is missing a finger.

"Hi...do you need any help?"

The shopping guide looked at this strangely dressed person suspiciously. Although she thought this person was strange, her good professionalism prevented her from showing any abnormality.

"No...no need."

She hastily avoided the shopping guide's probing gaze, and the hatred in her eyes was undisguised under the cover of her sunglasses.After pulling the collar of the coat higher, he walked away in a panic.

She finally had this opportunity...

Absolutely, absolutely will not let that damned little bastard go! !

Madoka's face hidden under the mask became a little hideous, and her right hand, with a missing little finger, went into the pocket of her coat and touched the sharp knife.

She rambled nervously, Xiaoyuan is now the key surveillance target of the police, and she finally got such an opportunity.

Her whole life was ruined like this, she was not reconciled.

The boy walked out of the automatic door with his backpack on his back, and Madoka quickly put down the things in his hand and followed them, not far or near them.

The people coming and going on the street were her perfect cover, and An Ke slipped back into her bag because she was not used to the complex atmosphere in the air.

So he didn't notice the strange man following them.

Xiaoyuan followed all the way until Shen Gucheng came to the side of the motorcycle, and put his backpack on the seat.

The crowd kept flowing, and An Ke hadn't realized what happened when there was an uproar.

"what--!!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

The screams continued, and Shen Gucheng looked in the direction of the sound, distracted for a moment.

The black backpack was grabbed by a huge force.

The space in the bag was small, and An Ke was pressed into the box all of a sudden, making a sharp cry.

"quack!!"

As far as he could see was darkness, An Ke didn't dare to speak easily, for fear of hurting Shen Gucheng in the chaos.

Madoka panted heavily, and laughed almost maniacally.Her sunglasses fell to the ground, and she stared at Shen Gucheng with red eyes.

"I won't let it go! A little beast! I won't be punished for killing it!"

The right hand of the woman with one missing finger quickly fumbled twice in the coat pocket, grabbed the sharp dagger, pulled it out forcefully, and pressed it against the bag.

Her movements froze Shen Gucheng's ready to strike, and the sharp knife made him hesitate.Inside the bag was An Ke, and he couldn't guarantee whether he could be faster than the knife.

"Hahahahahaha, this biting beast deserves death, deserves death!!"

After the woman laughed sharply, her knife slammed into the backpack, making the sound of the fabric being pierced.

Shen Gucheng's pupils shrank, he shot at the same time, his tense muscles were explosive, he quickly twisted Xiaoyuan's wrist, and twisted it down forcefully.

There is no such thing as not hitting women in his dictionary, Shen Gucheng slapped Xiaoyuan's face with a slap, and the action was severe.

It's not the crisp sound of slapping, but the dull sound of real flesh hitting together.Madoka was slapped with great force and fell to the ground, her face was immediately congested and swollen.

She coughed frantically, spitting out a tooth mixed with blood from her mouth.

The black backpack was stained with blood, and the knife didn't go all the way in, but just this made Shen Gucheng's heart tremble unconsciously.

He didn't notice that his fingertips were trembling as he pulled open the zipper forcefully.

"An'an, An'an..."

Blood came out of An Ke's mouth. He was more resistant to beatings and had rough skin and thick flesh.But it wasn't the real Man of Steel, the sharp object stabbed his beak, and he felt the pain.

"Cuckoo...coo—"

He originally wanted to call out, hoping that this would reassure Shen Gucheng.

But it was still hurt, and the beak hurt when it called.

When Shen Gucheng saw the blood at the corner of An Ke's mouth, his hands trembled, and he stepped on Xiaoyuan's body.The fundus of the eyes was scarlet, and the restless emotions were hard to suppress.

He bit the tip of his tongue and tried his best to keep calm.

"An'an, does it hurt...do you hurt?"

The teenager's pupils are a little restless and distracted, and patients with bipolar disorder are prone to emotional enlargement when they are onset.

A state of panic and anxiety, accompanied by certain hallucinations.

An Ke's bleeding appearance overlapped with the mother buried in the sea of ​​blood in his memory.

He hurt An Ke again.

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